Every year, municipalities purchase thousands of trains to carry their citizens from one point to another. Each year more thousands of cars are crashed, recycled, rendered obsolete, junked, and purchased anew. But what happens to the discarded car? It stands waiting or perhaps jumbled together with others or perhaps too rusted to move or simply lost. Many lifetimes of utility sit reduced to a vast post-modern sculpture of municipal junk. In what function are the cars more beautiful?
Using a Kimball electric organ and a few effects devices, these pieces were recorded by Peter Rinko (guitarist of the band Enemy Love
sometime in the bleak winter landscape of upstate New York, where that season can be particularly harsh. But in March, there are days when you can sense the impending spring for an hour or two. It is for those fitting moments of clarity that this music is made. Somewhere in the depths of noise, the dark of cold night... a melody begins and soon you are humming its tune all the way down to the thawing river.